All Chapters of Mr Billionaire wants a bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SERAPHINA“I believe you know why you are here.” He said.I didn’t say anything at first, as I just stared at the man who was sitting across from me in this quiet room. The room was barely lit with only one light hanging low above the table, set in such a way that it cast shadows that looked more dangerous than normal. I knew it was a deliberate show of force because I had been in rooms sort of like this before.The man seated across of me didn’t need any of this to be frightening though. Merely looking at his face with the deep slash which ran vertically across his left eye.Everyone on the streets called him Don. Don Pedro. And I owed him a debt big enough to swallow my life whole.“I thought we had an agreement,” I said, as I finally found my voice. “I know I defaulted on just one payment, but you know how much it is. It’s not exactly easy paying off a debt that was basically inherited.”He tilted his head slightly, as he looked at me, as if amused by my choice of words.“You do no

SERAPHINA“You weren’t wrong about how good the food here is.” I said, as we walked out of the restaurant.“This is exactly why you do not argue with me.” He replied, “I know all of the best places in New York, even though I do not really have the time to visit them anymore.”“Oh, please.” I said, rolling my eyes. “I could argue that you even got lucky with finding this spot and most of the credit goes to Mrs. Wong.”He laughed at this,“Do you really want to argue this with me right now?”“I bet you do not know more places than me in this city.”“Oh is that so?” he replied, as he got all up in my face. “Do you want to put that to the test?”“Sure, whenever you are ready just say the word.”We both laughed as we hauled the bags of takeaway we had gotten from Mrs Wang back to the car. If anyone had told me I would be willingly laughing with Tristan today I would have said they had gone completely insane, especially with everything that had happened.The truth was the dinner was not as

TRISTAN“You need to be more careful with your words.” I immediately scolded Julian as we got to the office. “It would have been really bad if someone had heard you.”“I know I know,” he said, “I am sorry. They are going to find out eventually though.”“And I want to push that for as long as I can. I have told you this before.”“Fine.” He said, raising his hands up in mock surrender.I took a huge breath, as I sat on the chair. Julian sat cross from me, spread out comfortably in one of the leather chairs.“What is wrong with you.” He said, as he stared at me. “You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.”“I might as well at this point.” I said, “Obsidian is bleeding, Julian.”“That’s impossible,” he said almost immediately, scoffing as he leaned forward. “Have you seen the numbers being reported? This place is a landmine and I am happy they practically handed you the keys.”“That’s exactly the problem,” I replied, as I pushed my tablet across the desk toward him.

TRISTAN“Get dressed,” I said, as I saw Seraphina walk into the house.“Why?” she asked, looking at me with confusion.“We are going shopping.”She stopped and I saw her take a deep breath like she was contemplating exactly what to say next.“Shopping,” she repeated, “Let me humor you for a second here and pretend like I didn’t just get off work.”I watched as she dropped her bag on the chair and walked closer to me.“Shopping for what exactly.”“Clothes,” I said calmly. “For you,”She leaned back against the kitchen counter, folding her arms across her chest.“Is this supposed to be your way of calling out my dress sense?” she asked, “Because I will let you know that absolutely no one has a better fashion sense than me and if you think that then you’ve officially lost it.”I laughed at this, as I shook my head. “It is nothing like that.” I replied, “At least not yet. That is a conversation for another day.”She glared at me without saying anything.“I need you to pick out a dress bec

SERAPHINA“In the event that I need you to talk, you will need to be able to explain things about Requiem.” Tristan said, “How is it coming along now?”The car had just rolled to a stop in front of the Castille estate and I could see the lights from outside already even through the tinted windows. It was like a huge show out there.“It’s coming along,” I said, smoothing my hands down the fabric of my dress. “We’re finalizing projections and restructuring the rollout timeline.”He glanced at me. “How confident are you in it?”“I am confident.” I said without hesitation.He held my gaze for a second longer. “Good.” He finally said, “Investors can smell hesitation.”I nodded, even though my heart was doing gymnastics in my chest. I desperately wanted to tell him about Darren. About the piles of paperwork that he had seen the other day on my desk and how they were drowning in me in work that could be shared across the whole team in a bid to make me fail.But I didn’t.I wasn’t going to as